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Au: Batfamily adventures with Terry
Don't try to add comics logic it's just Terry sometimes visit the family to chillax, Terry still lives in the future and he still is batman. There isn't so much fics like that then I realized I just want the jokes and the scenarios.
Superman don't be greedy you already have a batman friend
Baby Terry and Bruce
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Bruce sat in his study, reviewing a stack of reports, when a sudden voice broke the silence.
“Dad! They’re airing the new Gray Ghost movie, directed by Christopher Roland! Can we go?” Terry asked, practically bursting with excitement.
“Terry, how many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that? It’s rude,” Bruce replied, clearly irritated.
“Sorry,” Terry said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Bruce paused, thoughtful for a moment.
“Have you finished your homework?”
“All done.”
“Did you clean your room?”
“So clean you could eat off the floor.”
“What time does the movie start?”
“Five o’clock.”
Bruce studied him for a second.
“Hm… alright. Let me finish a few things and then I’ll get ready.”
“Yes!” Terry exclaimed.
“Oh, by the way,” Bruce added, “your P.E. teacher wants you to join the wrestling team. What do you think?”
No answer.
Bruce turned around—only to find that Terry was already gone.
Bruce: "Why does he keep doing that?"
Alfred: "Well sir how does that make you feel?"
Bruce: "it's annoying I don't like that, it's rude"
Alfred: "don't you think it's quite ironic?"
Bruce: "no I don't think so"
Alfre sigh
Bruce was trapped in a nightmare.
He stood in the dark, holding a crying baby—Terry. The child writhed in his arms, tiny fists clenched, his cries sharp and desperate. Bruce tightened his grip just enough to steady him, rocking him slightly, murmuring words that refused to come out right. No matter what he did, the crying wouldn’t stop.
Then the shadows shifted.
A massive shape peeled itself away from the darkness, towering over him. At first it was formless, a living void—but slowly, unmistakably, it took shape.
Batman.
Not Bruce in the suit—but Batman as something else. Something larger. Older. Eternal.
The shadow engulfed Bruce completely.
When the darkness receded, Batman stood alone. In his arms was baby Terry once more—but now the child was peaceful, fast asleep, breathing softly as if he had never cried at all.
The shadow’s voice echoed, deep and absolute.
“This one isn’t yours, Bruce.
This one is mine.”
Bruce jolted awake with a sharp breath, heart pounding, the words still ringing in his ears.
Bruce was trapped in a nightmare.
He stood in the dark, holding a crying baby—Terry. The child writhed in his arms, tiny fists clenched, his cries sharp and desperate. Bruce tightened his grip just enough to steady him, rocking him slightly, murmuring words that refused to come out right. No matter what he did, the crying wouldn’t stop.
Then the shadows shifted.
A massive shape peeled itself away from the darkness, towering over him. At first it was formless, a living void—but slowly, unmistakably, it took shape.
Batman.
Not Bruce in the suit—but Batman as something else. Something larger. Older. Eternal.
The shadow engulfed Bruce completely.
When the darkness receded, Batman stood alone. In his arms was baby Terry once more—but now the child was peaceful, fast asleep, breathing softly as if he had never cried at all.
The shadow’s voice echoed, deep and absolute.
“This one isn’t yours, Bruce.
This one is mine.”
Bruce jolted awake with a sharp breath, heart pounding, the words still ringing in his ears.
Bruce was trapped in a nightmare.
He stood in the dark, holding a crying baby—Terry. The child writhed in his arms, tiny fists clenched, his cries sharp and desperate. Bruce tightened his grip just enough to steady him, rocking him slightly, murmuring words that refused to come out right. No matter what he did, the crying wouldn’t stop.
Then the shadows shifted.
A massive shape peeled itself away from the darkness, towering over him. At first it was formless, a living void—but slowly, unmistakably, it took shape.
Batman.
Not Bruce in the suit—but Batman as something else. Something larger. Older. Eternal.
The shadow engulfed Bruce completely.
When the darkness receded, Batman stood alone. In his arms was baby Terry once more—but now the child was peaceful, fast asleep, breathing softly as if he had never cried at all.
The shadow’s voice echoed, deep and absolute.
“This one isn’t yours, Bruce.
This one is mine.”
Bruce jolted awake with a sharp breath, heart pounding, the words still ringing in his ears.
Bruce was trapped in a nightmare.
He stood in the dark, holding a crying baby—Terry. The child writhed in his arms, tiny fists clenched, his cries sharp and desperate. Bruce tightened his grip just enough to steady him, rocking him slightly, murmuring words that refused to come out right. No matter what he did, the crying wouldn’t stop.
Then the shadows shifted.
A massive shape peeled itself away from the darkness, towering over him. At first it was formless, a living void—but slowly, unmistakably, it took shape.
Batman.
Not Bruce in the suit—but Batman as something else. Something larger. Older. Eternal.
The shadow engulfed Bruce completely.
When the darkness receded, Batman stood alone. In his arms was baby Terry once more—but now the child was peaceful, fast asleep, breathing softly as if he had never cried at all.
The shadow’s voice echoed, deep and absolute.
“This one isn’t yours, Bruce.
This one is mine.”
Bruce jolted awake with a sharp breath, heart pounding, the words still ringing in his ears.
Bruce was trapped in a nightmare.
He stood in the dark, holding a crying baby—Terry. The child writhed in his arms, tiny fists clenched, his cries sharp and desperate. Bruce tightened his grip just enough to steady him, rocking him slightly, murmuring words that refused to come out right. No matter what he did, the crying wouldn’t stop.
Then the shadows shifted.
A massive shape peeled itself away from the darkness, towering over him. At first it was formless, a living void—but slowly, unmistakably, it took shape.
Batman.
Not Bruce in the suit—but Batman as something else. Something larger. Older. Eternal.
The shadow engulfed Bruce completely.
When the darkness receded, Batman stood alone. In his arms was baby Terry once more—but now the child was peaceful, fast asleep, breathing softly as if he had never cried at all.
The shadow’s voice echoed, deep and absolute.
“This one isn’t yours, Bruce.
This one is mine.”
Bruce jolted awake with a sharp breath, heart pounding, the words still ringing in his ears.
Bruce was trapped in a nightmare.
He stood in the dark, holding a crying baby—Terry. The child writhed in his arms, tiny fists clenched, his cries sharp and desperate. Bruce tightened his grip just enough to steady him, rocking him slightly, murmuring words that refused to come out right. No matter what he did, the crying wouldn’t stop.
Then the shadows shifted.
A massive shape peeled itself away from the darkness, towering over him. At first it was formless, a living void—but slowly, unmistakably, it took shape.
Batman.
Not Bruce in the suit—but Batman as something else. Something larger. Older. Eternal.
The shadow engulfed Bruce completely.
When the darkness receded, Batman stood alone. In his arms was baby Terry once more—but now the child was peaceful, fast asleep, breathing softly as if he had never cried at all.
The shadow’s voice echoed, deep and absolute.
“This one isn’t yours, Bruce.
This one is mine.”
Bruce jolted awake with a sharp breath, heart pounding, the words still ringing in his ears.
Bruce was trapped in a nightmare.
He stood in the dark, holding a crying baby—Terry. The child writhed in his arms, tiny fists clenched, his cries sharp and desperate. Bruce tightened his grip just enough to steady him, rocking him slightly, murmuring words that refused to come out right. No matter what he did, the crying wouldn’t stop.
Then the shadows shifted.
A massive shape peeled itself away from the darkness, towering over him. At first it was formless, a living void—but slowly, unmistakably, it took shape.
Batman.
Not Bruce in the suit—but Batman as something else. Something larger. Older. Eternal.
The shadow engulfed Bruce completely.
When the darkness receded, Batman stood alone. In his arms was baby Terry once more—but now the child was peaceful, fast asleep, breathing softly as if he had never cried at all.
The shadow’s voice echoed, deep and absolute.
“This one isn’t yours, Bruce.
This one is mine.”
Bruce jolted awake with a sharp breath, heart pounding, the words still ringing in his ears.
Bruce sat in his study, reviewing a stack of reports, when a sudden voice broke the silence.
“Dad! They’re airing the new Gray Ghost movie, directed by Christopher Roland! Can we go?” Terry asked, practically bursting with excitement.
“Terry, how many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that? It’s rude,” Bruce replied, clearly irritated.
“Sorry,” Terry said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Bruce paused, thoughtful for a moment.
“Have you finished your homework?”
“All done.”
“Did you clean your room?”
“So clean you could eat off the floor.”
“What time does the movie start?”
“Five o’clock.”
Bruce studied him for a second.
“Hm… alright. Let me finish a few things and then I’ll get ready.”
“Yes!” Terry exclaimed.
“Oh, by the way,” Bruce added, “your P.E. teacher wants you to join the wrestling team. What do you think?”
No answer.
Bruce turned around—only to find that Terry was already gone.
Bruce: "Why does he keep doing that?"
Alfred: "Well sir how does that make you feel?"
Bruce: "it's annoying I don't like that, it's rude"
Alfred: "don't you think it's quite ironic?"
Bruce: "no I don't think so"
Alfre sigh
Terry Mcginnis Appreciation Post
love it
Among bats and robins
"That's ridiculous."
A heavy silence fell on the dining room of Wayne's manor. Terry had kept his eyes on the portrays of the Waynes on the wall as he spoke, barely showing interests in the bat-family assembled behind him.
Damian was the youngest, Bruce's true son, the one with the most to prove. And so he replied first.
"I wouldn't expect a punk to understand what being Batman means."
Terry noticed them in the reflection of a polished vase on the counter. Dick had had a slight hesitation. The first robin nearly flew to his defense, but didn't. Telling.
"You may have taken the mantle in the future Terry", he said with the diplomatic tone of a big brother, "but things are different here."
"They must be if that is supposed to be Batman" mocked Damian.
"They must be", corrected the ever analytical Barbara, "if none of us have taken up the mantle."
Terry scoffed and turned around. He had been flung into the past, in a time before Bruce's age overcame his ability, before Gotham spread upward to pretend misery and squalor ceased to exist. Before age conquered the Batman.
"There is no mantle to take up." He said coldly. "You talk as if it was a family name, or an honor to be passed down to the best of you. It is not."
His tone softened for a bit. Maybe he didn't need be too harsh.
"You have all been trained. All of you are amazing fighters, detectives. Heroes. But you are not Batman. Batman happens when a victim stands against injustice no matter what, his own and others."
He took a deep breath. He needed to end this quickly.
"Batman isn't an assistant waiting for approval. If you wanted to be Batman, you'd already be."
Rant2:
Batman is either Bruce or Terry, both canon in their respective versions. It doesn’t matter who else has temporarily worn the suit; they each stand as their own Batman. I don’t get why Cassandra has to be Batman. Why can’t she just keep her own identity? She’s already unique as she is, so why force her to be Batman to make her more special? I’m sick of them trying to fit Cassandra into everything."
Rant:
It really bothers me that they want to make Terry trans or Korean. That was never suggested in the original material, but when I point this out, people label me as transphobic or racist. I'm not; I just want the original material to be respected.
redraw scene
Thank you for the tags and yes I love their toxic codependent relationships lol
